HARPER
"This is my sister, Logan. Her name is Harper. Let's play a game!" Camilla chirped to the blond, blue-eyed boy who looked about our age.
She grabbed my hand and bounced down the stairs, dragging me through the living room, then into the basement.
I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. I hated the basement. Elizabeth had locked me in here more times than I could count.
"Stay in there for the time being. I can't have people seeing an illegitimate daughter walking around like she owns the house," she'd always hiss whenever there was an important event.
I never argued. I just nodded and obeyed, even though everything in me tightened whenever I was in the dark.
I didn't like it. The darkness reminded me of too many things. Fear. Death.
My grandmother had died when the lights went out. I still had nightmares about it. But Elizabeth never cared.
"You stay here, Harper. Count to ten, then find us," Camilla said, pointing to the dusty storage box.
I nodded.
"Go!"
